( she has all the permission--implicit, explicit, perpetual. eddie would like it very much if she always kept her hands him. he'd forgotten, somewhere in the stress and later the grief, that touching and being touched could feel this good. that being intimate like this could be fun and not just an obligation or a way to avoid a hard conversation.
a happy noise rumbles up from his chest. her touch leaves little trails of electricity behind, tingling and setting him alight. his left hand drifts up her side until his fingers meet her bra. teasingly, he brushes his fingers back and forth right at the edge of the fabric. )
... i cannot believe i missed my chance to use my eddie shirtless icon at the perf moment
a happy noise rumbles up from his chest. her touch leaves little trails of electricity behind, tingling and setting him alight. his left hand drifts up her side until his fingers meet her bra. teasingly, he brushes his fingers back and forth right at the edge of the fabric. )